Gildor Faircrown
the Thorn-Crowned Elf
Named for the golden wind that bends the crowns of the high pines, and for the pale circlet of antlers that marks the wildborn.
Power
Wind's Debt — you can step into a gust and reappear wherever that wind travels before it stills, but every passage leaves a splinter of your voice in the air, and others may overhear your secrets long after you have gone.
- Familiar
- a lean, silver-furred fox named Cinder
- House
- House Wildcrown
They say you were not born but walked out of a half-remembered storm, that you answer to no crown but the wind's. You let them talk. It keeps them from looking too closely at the antler-scarred oak you return to every autumn solstice, where you leave a single white stone for the year's debts.